Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Wooo Hooo! I finished A Spot of Tea by Dragon Dreams yesterday... However, since I'm a coffee lover... I'm calling my wee dragon, Coffee! lol I've still got to finish him off into a scissor fob... I'll get to that this weekend when I'm off work. I did not add my signature crow/blackbird as I think I'm going to stitch him on the back of the fob instead. It was going to be too big otherwise, I think... Who knows, I may yet change my mind! :-) The pink colours in the scan are still not right... but it's still pretty. I stitched him on Vintage Country Mocha Cashel with DMC, GAST Highland Heather and Aztec Gold HL Very Fine Braid.

I started "New Snow" today... :-) I'm loving it thus far... It's such a lovely design and I love the fabric! I'll post a progress scan this weekend!

We're under a Winter Snow Storm Advisory... It's supposed to start sometime after midnight and continue throughout tomorrow... And of course I have to work tomorrow... so... just may have to call out the troops to come and get me in the morning! lol I'm hoping it won't be too bad, as we always have more 911 calls when the weather is bad! And if the snow and ice gets too bad, and our relief cannot make it in, my partner and I will have to stay for the night shift as well... Our director will also be there, so at least we can take cat naps throughout the night! I am hoping the weather doesn't get too bad as I fancy coming home to my own bed tomorrow night instead of working 24+ hours... and it's my long weekend off and I am looking forward to lots of rest and stitching... :-)

Well, I'm away to read my book a wee bit before bed... I finished Eargon yesterday... I really started reading and just could not put it down until I had finished it! Oh, it was wonderful! I started reading Eldest last night... And I'm loving it thus far... :-)

Thank you all for visiting and I love reading your comments... they brighten my days! :-)

Sunday, January 28, 2007

I arrived home from work tonight, tired, yet thankful my three day, 36 hour stretch is over, and planning to get so much accomplished.... Ha! It wasn't in the stars. lol I fell asleep here in the chair at my desk whilst reading through my emails...only to dream of frogs... the stitching kind that is! ;-) I still have not finished my wee scissor fob... :-( I haven't had a lot of stitching time this weekend... Things were a wee bit wild at work and it's not even a full moon! I frogged the teacup today because I did not like the white and light pearl grey - which was the recommended colours... So... after going through some threads I had in my stitching bag with me at work, I chose GAST Highland Heather and I'm much happier with the results! :-) I've scanned my progress, however the Highland Heather does not look right in the scan... it's much too bright and lavender looking... Actually, it's more subtle and dusky pink and I'm a wee bit disappointed with the scan. I'll play around with it tomorrow when I scan the finished piece. I have a wee bit of the teacup to go and the rest of the backstitch and then I'm done... So, I'll get to that tomorrow and then I can begin New Snow! Wooo Hooooo... Here's a piccy of my progress thus far on A Spot of Tea by Dragon Dreams ...

Well, now that I've had a wee cat-nap, braved frogs and another night alone... I guess I should retire... However, after surviving on three and a half to four hours sleep the past three nights, my sleep deprived body thinks it's time to get up and start the day! Methinks not! lol I'm sipping on a piping hot cuppa coffee and listening to James Blunt and will most likely answer a few emails before I call it a night. There are so many things I need to do... just not enough hours in the day!

The winds are howling around the corners of the house and it's downright Baltic outside... Yet still no snow... It's supposed to be around 19F tonight and only in the 30's tomorrow... A great day to stitch! :-) Hopefully, I'll have another finish tomorrow!

Thanks for visiting my Blog and many heart-felt thanks for all the wonderful comments... they bring such joy and inspiration to my days! :-)Until next time... Love in stitches...

Friday, January 26, 2007

I'm sitting here drinking coffee and listening to James Blunt and trying to catch up with a few things... ;-) Not much time to post tonight... It's late already and I'm tired and it will be time to wake up before I know it... I did want to show you my progress on A Spot of Tea by Dragon Dreams... I'm stitching him on Vintage Country Mocha Cashel with the recommended threads... the wee Dragon is finished with the exception of the backstitching and then it's the tea cup and I'll be done! Wooo Hoooo.... I think he's going to make a cute scissor fob and hopefully I'll be finished with him tomorrow... ;-)

Thanks to everyone for visiting my blog and leaving comments... they are golden rays of sunlight in my days...

Thursday, January 25, 2007

I started A Spot of Tea by Dragon Dreams today... I'm just stitching the wee dragon in the tea cup and leaving off the border and the words as I'll be making it into a scissor fob for an exchange in one of my stitching groups. I'll try and scan it tomorrow... :-) I still have not decided on which Dragon I'll be stitching... I'm leaning towards Dragon's Lair or Dragon Heart by Black Swan Designs.... Or... More Precious Than Goldby X's and Oh's ... Or... Seasonal Dragons Autumn by Patricia Allison Designs... Just my luck that I don't have any of these designs in my stash... so I guess I'll be placing an order soon... ;-) I have a few TW Dragon's and a couple of Dragon Dreams Dragons in my stash and I may just go with a DD I have in my stash, such as... Guard This Keep or Why Hoard Gold? as I don't think I'm going to start a TW just now. Ahhhh... decisions, decisions...I'm really looking forward to starting New Snow by Glendon Place next week... It's back to work tomorrow after being off for two days and this is my three day weekend and then I'll be off Monday and Tuesday... so I'm thinking that will be the perfect time to start it! :-) I don't know where the time went on my days off... Seems like I never have enough time to get everything done...

Thank you to everyone who has left comments in my blog... It's like discovering precious treasures when I come to my blog and see you all have been by... :-) Well, I'm off to get ready for bed now as 4:00 AM will be here before I know it...

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Wooo Hoooo!!! Finally a finish for 2007... I put the last stitch in Santa's Unexpected Gift by Dragon Dreams yesterday! I love the way it turned out and it's put me in a mood to stitch a Dragon piece. I've been looking through my stash and my favourite online shoppes to see what I can find 'cause I want to start on a Dragon design now! LOL Anyway, while I'm trying to decide... here's a piccy of Santa's Unexpected Gift by Dragon Dreams! I still have to make it into an ornament but at least the stitching is finished. :-)

I'm still tweaking my blog... I guess if I weren't so bloody particular about things, I'd have it sorted by now... I suppose it will have to be a "work in progress" of another sort! lol I'd like to thank everyone for their lovely comments... I love reading them and knowing you all take the time to visit my blog brightens my day! :-)

Sunday, January 21, 2007

And Still no stitchy Happy Dance... I worked on my blog some more today and I think I am finally satisfied with the end results! :-) Of course I'll probably end up tweaking it here and there and I know I'll be adding more things as I go along... Anyway, it's a start! So, I can Happy Dance about that... Wooo Hoooo! ;-)

I worked on my Dragon Dreams ornament some more late this afternoon and this evening while I was watching The Illusionist! What a great movie... I loved it! If you haven't seen it yet you should as it's the best movie I've seen in a while. I still haven't made it to see Eragon yet and most likely will not get to the Cinema to see it... so will have to wait until it comes out on DVD... :-( It's just not any fun going to watch a movie alone.

Anyway, back to my stitching... I'm almost done with the Fuzzy Stuff on Santa's Coat and then that's it... Finally... It will be nice to have a finish! Then I'll finish my Full Circle - A Christmas Blessing and then... drum roll please... I'll be starting something new! LOL I want to stitch a snowman for the SAL this month at STO... I've picked out the freebie, Baby It's Cold Outside by The Useful Needle... It looks like a quick stitch... Now if I can just get it all done by the end of the month. I also want to start New Snow by Glendon Place this month. I got the fabby, threads and chart from Drema at Needlecraft Corner last week and I can't wait to get started. It's gorgeous! And the fabric is so pretty.... Here's a piccy if you haven't seen it yet...

Anyway, I've got to get ready for bed now as 4:00 AM will be here before I know it. :-( It's been raining since this afternoon... They were calling for it to turn to Ice or Freezing Rain... I know it's cold enough to freeze... I guess we'll see what the conditions are when I get up in the morning... May have to call out the troops to come and take me to work! LOL I just hope if it's freezing tomorrow folks stay at home so there aren't alot of accidents and such... Well, I'm off to bed... and hopefully, I'll be posting my Dragon Dreams finish tomorrow night!

Saturday, January 20, 2007

I was hoping to have my Dragon Dreams ornament finished today... no such luck as I haven't stitched any since Thursday and I'm beginning to feel the strain of it all... Does anyone else get a wee bit ill if they go too long without stitching? LOL

I've been busy trying to get my blog sorted out and looking for blinkies... and I'm telling ya, it's like wading through a jungle out there... I can't seem to find any of the really cool one's I've seen on other blogs... or if I do find some I like... I can't use them as the folks will not let you right click and save... Oh well... I think I've made a good start... I like it so far anyway! :-) Now to just get some stitching photo's uploaded... I still need to work on a WIP list... I don't know where to find those progress bar thingies tho'... :-( And there are a few other lists and such I would like to add on the sidebar.

I can't believe tomorrow is Sunday and my weekend is almost gone... It's my weekend off and the three days go by so fast when you're busy... Actually, they go by too fast whether you're busy or not! And next week is my long week at work, so I know I won't get much done in the way of my blog... I will have time to stitch at work, so that's a plus! :-) I also planned to catch up with some posting on some of my stitching groups this weekend... Ha! No such luck thus far! Between catching up on housework and starting this blog and sorting my webshots photos, I've had precious little time for anything else!

Tomorrow will be a stitchy day... and hopefully I will finally produce a finish for 2007... I'm looking forward to my Happy Snoopy Dance! Until such time... here is another progress photo for Dragon Dreams... Santa's Unexpected Gift... I just love this one! :-)

Oh, and here's another piccy of a WIP ornament I started this month... Actually it is the second time I've stitched this one... The first one I stitched for the JCS Ornament SAL last year in one of my stitching groups, Stitchers Time Out and gave it to a friend for Christmas... This time I'm stitching one for myself... It's so pretty and delicate... I'm stitching it on Vintage Autumn Blush Cashel Linen with GAST and WDW threads...

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

I thought it would be nice to start the new year with a stitching blog... Of course, you know I'll most likely ramble a wee bit about this and that... my stash collecting, my family, my cats... my stash collecting... oh, already mentioned that didn't I? ;-) And anything else that comes to mind... I'm new to this, so please bare with me whilst I'm learning... ;-)

In one of my stitching groups we are doing another Monthly Ornament SAL... We stitch one ornament a month from the 2006 Just Cross Stitch Ornament Issue... Everyone voted on their favourites and the top 12 designs are the ornies we stitch for the year. We can choose three Wildcards in case we do not want to stitch one or more of the ornies voted on... I chose a Wildcard for my January Ornament... Santa's Unexpected Gift by Dragon Dreams... Hopefully, I'll have it finished by this weekend... I'm stitching it on Vintage Country Mocha Cashel Linen {one of my absolute favourite fabrics } with DMC threads, White Fuzzy Stuff and Pearl Braid ... I think it's coming along nicely! :-)

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

You are The EmpressBeauty, happiness, pleasure, success, luxury, dissipation.The Empress is associated with Venus, the feminine planet, so it represents, beauty, charm, pleasure, luxury, and delight. You may be good at home decorating, art or anything to do with making things beautiful.The Empress is a creator, be it creation of life, of romance, of art or business. While the Magician is the primal spark, the idea made real, and the High Priestess is the one who gives the idea a form, the Empress is the womb where it gestates and grows till it is ready to be born. This is why her symbol is Venus, goddess of beautiful things as well as love. Even so, the Empress is more Demeter, goddess of abundance, then sensual Venus. She is the giver of Earthly gifts, yet at the same time, she can, in anger withhold, as Demeter did when her daughter, Persephone, was kidnapped. In fury and grief, she kept the Earth barren till her child was returned to her.

All my scattering moments are taken up with my needle... ~ 1851 diary of Ellen Birdseye Wheaton

Welcome Friends ~

Come in and share a coffee by the hearth ~

Blessings...

May there always be work for your hands to do.May your purse always hold a coin or two.May the sun always shine upon your window pane.May a rainbow be certain to follow each rain.May the hand of a friend always be near to you and May God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you.~~~~~~~~~

with blessing and kind fond thoughts...

About Me

Oftentimes you will find me “away with the faeries”... stitching peacefully under the Willow trees dreaming of the days of yore~ Myth and magic~ Camelot and chivalry~ Knights and Ladies~ Dragons, Unicorns and Merlin~ or mayhap lost in the captivating romances of Jane Austen~ or away on a quest in The Lord of the Rings... Stitching, reading and writing and a strong, hot mug of coffee bring peace of mind and soothe my soul... Along with the companionship of my Beloved ~ My dearest family~ my sweet grandchildren are my Angels and a constant source of joy and light... and my faithful companions~ my dear cats are ever by my side... When I’m not stitching and lost in a film I love to curl up with a good book and forget the shadows... The Sea calls to me... Music soothes the savage beast and country lanes and wooded glades fill my soul with peace... Thus you will find me with needle or pen in hand weaving my tales~ heartfelt ramblings of a stitching faery from under the Willow tree...
~Stitchery is "Peaceful Garden" designed by Clara Blalock of The Stitching Parlor...

Tristan and Isolde ~

Unconditional and Everlasting love ~

Love doesn't hide.It stays and protects.It goes the distance,that’s why love is so strong.It can carry you all the way home.~ Pietro Aretino

Joyful Blessings...

The Wind in the Willows...

time is fleeting ~

“Faithless is he that saysfarewell when the road darkens.” ~ J.R.R. Tolkien,The Fellowship of the Ring

Jane Austen would say...

Mr Darcy...

"In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you." ~ Mr Darcy from Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice...

Mr Darcy and Lizzy...

Sonnet 29...

When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf Heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featur'd like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,With what I most enjoy contented least: Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee,--and then my state (Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings ~That then I scorn to change my state with kings'.

The Immortal Bard...~ Will Shakespeare ~

Embroidered cloths with love...

aedh wishes for the clothes of heaven...

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, enwrought with golden and silver light, the blue and the dim and the dark cloths of night and light and the half light, I would spread the cloths under your feet. But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

~ W.B.Yeats

The Black Toads...

Mr Toad and friends...

Needlework in Progress... and a few waiting hopefully in my stitching basket...

I am Half Sick of Shadows... Lady of Shalott by HAED... {John William Waterhouse}

~ Nicola's Scarlet Letter Year ~

Come away...

Come away, O Human child! To the waters and the wildWith a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping Than you can understand...

~ William Butler Yeats...

A Sweet Handwork's Pace...

When my days are fulfilledand eternity I face...May this work prove I livedat a Sweet Handwork's pace...

Some of my favourite finishes...

By the Sea by The Sampler Girl... stitched by Lizzy...

Two Souls...

Hearts in Bloom by Blackbird Designs... Stitched by Lizzy

No Place Like Gnome...

No Place Like Gnome by Gloria and Pat... Stitched by Lizzy

My Needle and My Floss...

My Needle and My Floss... by Waxing Moon Designs... stitched by Lizzy

Ladybugs and Bumblebees...

Ladybugs and Bumblebees by Country Cottage Needleworks... stitched by Lizzy

Charles Dickens...

Forget Me Nots in Stitches... stitched by Lizzy

And Two Shall Be As One...

by Lizzie Kate... stitched by Lizzy

Little House Needleworks...

Hen Party... stitched by Lizzy

Stitching mends the soul...

Take your needle, my child, and work at your pattern; it will come out a rose by and by. Life is like that-one stitch at a time taken patiently and the pattern will come out all right like the embroidery...~ Oliver Wendell Holmes

Stitching Mends the Soul...

Me thinks it is a token of healthy and gentle characteristics, when women of high thoughts and accomplishments love to sew; especially as they are never more at home with their own hearts than while so occupied...
~ Nathaniel Hawthorne

Jane Austen...

Stitching with Jane Austen...

Her needlework both plain and ornamental was excellent, and she might have put a sewing machine to shame. ~James Edward Austen-Leigh, about Jane Austen

Which Jane Austen Heroine Are You?

You are Marianne Dashwood of Sense & Sensibility! You are impulsive, romantic, impatient, and perhaps a little too vocal in your honesty. You enjoy romantic poetry and novels, and play the pianoforte beautifully. To boot, your singing voice is captivating. You feel deeply, and love passionately.

Marianne's Colonel Brandon...

Alan Rickman as Colonel Brandon... there can be only one...

Beloved Captain Wentworth...

Captain Wentworth's letter to Anne...

I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own,than when you almost broke it eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant. You alone have brought me to Bath. For you alone I think and plan. - Have you not seen this? Can you fail to have understood my wishes? - I had not waited even these ten days, could I have read your feelings, as I think you must have penetrated mine. I can hardly write. I am every instant hearing something which overpowers me. You sink your voice, but I can distinguish the tones of that voice, when they would be lost on others.- Too good, too excellent creature! You do us justice indeed. You do believe that there is true attachment and constancy among men. Believe it to be most fervent, most undeviating in...

~F.W.

I must go, uncertain of my fate; but I shall return hither, or followyour party, as soon as possible. A word, a look will be enough to decidewhether I enter your father's house this evening or never.

~ letter from "Persuasion" by Jane Austen...

Blessings...

May there always be work for your hands to do.May your purse always hold a coin or two.May the sun always shine upon your window pane.May a rainbow be certain to follow each rain.May the hand of a friend always be near to you andMay God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you.~~~~~~~~~

I am half sick of shadows... said the Lady of Shalott...

John William Waterhouse...

The Lady of Shalott...

On either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold and meet the sky; And thro' the field the road runs by To many-tower'd Camelot;And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott.

Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro' the wave that runs for ever By the island in the riverFlowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls, and four gray towers, Overlook a space of flowers,And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott.

By the margin, willow veil'd, Slide the heavy barges trail'dBy slow horses; and unhail'd The shallop flitteth silken-sail'd Skimming down to Camelot: But who hath seen her wave her hand? Or at the casement seen her stand?Or is she known in all the land, The Lady of Shalott?

Only reapers, reaping early In among the bearded barley,Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly, Down to tower'd Camelot: And by the moon the reaper weary, Piling sheaves in uplands airy, Listening, whispers " 'Tis the fairy Lady of Shalott."

PART IIThere she weaves by night and day A magic web with colours gay. She has heard a whisper say, A curse is on her if she stay To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be, And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she,The Lady of Shalott.

And moving thro' a mirror clear That hangs before her all the year, Shadows of the world appear. There she sees the highway near Winding down to Camelot: There the river eddy whirls, And there the surly village-churls, And the red cloaks of market girls, Pass onward from Shalott.

Sometimes a troop of damsels glad, An abbot on an ambling pad, Sometimes a curly shepherd-lad, Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad, Goes by to tower'd Camelot; And sometimes thro' the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two:She hath no loyal knight and true, The Lady of Shalott.

But in her web she still delights To weave the mirror's magic sights, For often thro' the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights And music, went to Camelot: Or when the moon was overhead, Came two young lovers lately wed:"I am half sick of shadows," said The Lady of Shalott.

PART IIIA bow-shot from her bower-eaves, He rode between the barley-sheaves, The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves And flamed upon the brazen greaves Of bold Sir Lancelot.A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd To a lady in his shield, That sparkled on the yellow field, Beside remote Shalott.

The gemmy bridle glitter'd free, Like to some branch of stars we see Hung in the golden Galaxy. The bridle bells rang merrily As he rode down to Camelot: And from his blazon'd baldric slung A mighty silver bugle hung, And as he rode his armour rung, Beside remote Shalott.

All in the blue unclouded weather Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather The helmet and the helmet-feather Burn'd like one burning flame together, As he rode down to Camelot.As often thro' the purple night, Below the starry clusters bright, Some bearded meteor, trailing light, Moves over still Shalott.

His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd; On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode; From underneath his helmet flow'dHis coal-black curls as on he rode, As he rode down to Camelot. From the bank and from the river, He flash'd into the crystal mirror, "Tirra lirra," by the river Sang Sir Lancelot.

She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces thro' the room, She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She look'd down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide; The mirror crack'd from side to side;"The curse is come upon me," cried The Lady of Shalott.

PART IVIn the stormy east-wind straining, The pale yellow woods were waning, The broad stream in his banks complaining Heavily the low sky raining Over tower'd Camelot; Down she came and found a boat Beneath a willow left afloat, And round about the prow she wrote 'The Lady of Shalott'.

And down the river's dim expanse Like some bold seer in a trance, Seeing all his own mischance-- With a glassy countenance Did she look to Camelot. And at the closing of the day She loosed the chain, and down she lay; The broad stream bore her far away, The Lady of Shalott.

Lying, robed in snowy white That loosely flew to left and right-- The leaves upon her falling light-- Thro' the noises of the night She floated down to Camelot: And as the boat-head wound along The willowy hills and fields among, They heard her singing her last song, The Lady of Shalott.

Heard a carol, mournful, holy, Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,Till her blood was frozen slowly, And her eyes were darken'd wholly, Turn'd to tower'd Camelot. For ere she reach'd upon the tide The first house by the water-side, Singing in her song she died, The Lady of Shalott.

Under tower and balcony, By garden-wall and gallery,A gleaming shape she floated by, Dead-pale between the houses high, Silent into Camelot. Out upon the wharfs they came, Knight and burgher, lord and dame, And round the prow they read her name, The Lady of Shalott.

Who is this? and what is here? And in the lighted palace near Died the sound of royal cheer; And they cross'd themselves for fear, All the knights at Camelot: But Lancelot mused a little space; He said, "She has a lovely face; God in his mercy lend her grace, The Lady of Shalott."

~Alfred Tennyson, Lord Tennyson 1809–1892

The Lady of Shalott...

Tristan and Isolde ~

before Romeo and Juliet ~ there was Tristan and Isolde ~

Tristan and Isolde ~

My LordsIf you would hear a high tale of love and of death,here is that of Tristan and Queen Iseult;how to their full joy, but to their sorrow also,they loved each other, and how at lastthey died of that love together upon one day;she by him and he by her.

And forever love each other ~

And having drunk they twain should be one heart...

God Speed, my love...

At the time of King Arthur and Queen Guenevere, the King of Lyonesse wedded the sister of King Mark of Cornwall. Thereafter he was unjustly cast into prison when his wife was great with child. Then the young Queen ran mad with grief into the wood and fell into her travail betimes. There she bore a son after many grimly throes, and she called the boy’s name Tristan, for her sorrows, and so she died.Then Merlin brought the King out of his prison, and he married another queen, who ordained to poison Tristan so that her children should enjoy the land. But it happened that the Queen’s own son drank the poison and fell down dead. Then the King drew his sword and said, “Tell me what drinkthis is, or I shall slay thee.” And she fell to her knees, and told him she would have slain Tristan. So she was damned by the assent of the barons to be burned. And as she was brought to the fire, young Tristan knelt to his father and begged the life of his stepmother as a boon. “Take her, then,” said the King, “and may God forgive her, if you can.” So Tristan went to the fire and saved her from her death, and thereafter he was known as a knight great in all chivalry for his bigness and grace.Then the Queen of Ireland made war on King Mark ofCornwall, and Sir Tristan rode to his uncle the King and took the battle on. And the Queen of Ireland had a daughter who was known for her beauty through all the world as La Belle Isolde. She was the most noted healer of all the isles, and despite the enmity between Ireland and Cornwall, she saved Sir Tristan when he suffered a deadly hurt. So King Mark devised to wed a maiden of such praise and swore his nephew Sir Tristan to win Isolde for him. And the Queen of Ireland ordained a drink of such virtue that the day La Belle Isolde should wed, she should drink it with King Mark and either should love the other all the days of their life. But on the sea voyage to Cornwall it chanced that Isolde drank from the flasket with Tristan, and thus happed the love which never departed them, neither for weal nor for woe. After this the Queen of Ireland died, and La Belle Isolde was Ireland’s Queen, but for a knight of Ireland who would be King. So went Isolde into Ireland to claim her own and fell into the hands of this knight, for that Tristan was away with his uncle Mark, whose great jealousy gave him no respite. And the King of France had a daughter known as Blanche Mains for her white hands, which Princess cast great love upon Sir Tristan and would wed no man else. And by cunning she devised to marry him, at the grief whereof Tristan ran mad and Isolde knew not where he was. Much pains ensued until that evil was undone. Yet either still loved the other through many darkly sorrows until the truth was seen.Then Isolde sighed and said, “Well is it true, that therebe in this land but four lovers, Queen Guenevere and Sir Lancelot du Lake, and Sir Tristan de Lyonesse and Queen Isolde, and so I shall send to the Queen.”Then King Mark’s jealousy could not longer be contained, and word was brought to his overlord Queen Igraine that great misery was boding for Isolde in the land. . . .

~~~ Le Morte D'Arthur

How do I love thee...

Tristan and Isolde ~

haunted...

And Death Shall have no dominion...

Though they go mad they shall be sane, Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again; Though lovers be lost love shall not; And death shall have no dominion.

~ Dylan Thomas ...

Though lovers be lost...

Tristan and Isolde ~

La Belle Dame Sans Merci

John William Waterhouse

La Belle Dame Sans Merci, 1819

Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering? The sedge has withered from the lake, And no birds sing.

Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, So haggard and so woe-begone? The squirrel's granary is full, And the harvest's done.

I see a lily on thy brow, With anguish moist and fever-dew,And on thy cheeks a fading rose Fast withereth too.

I met a lady in the meads, Full beautiful - a faery's child, Her hair was long, her foot was light, And her eyes were wild.

I made a garland for her head, And bracelets too, and fragrant zone; She looked at me as she did love, And made sweet moan.

I set her on my pacing steed, And nothing else saw all day long, For sidelong would she bend, and sing A faery's song.

She found me roots of relish sweet, And honey wild, and manna-dew, And sure in language strange she said 'I love thee true'.

She took me to her elfin grot, And there she wept and sighed full sore, And there I shut her wild wild eyes With kisses four.

And there she lulled me asleep And there I dreamed - Ah! woe betide! The latest dream I ever dreamt On the cold hill side.

I saw their starved lips in the gloam, With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke and found me here, On the cold hill's side.

And this is why I sojourn here Alone and palely loitering, Though the sedge is withered from the lake, And no birds sing.

~ John Keats

Sir Galahad

Sir Galahad...

My good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure. The shattering trumpet shrilleth high, The hard brands shiver on the steel, The splinter'd spear-shafts crack and fly, The horse and rider reel: They reel, they roll in clanging lists, And when the tide of combat stands,Perfume and flowers fall in showers, That lightly rain from ladies' hands.

How sweet are looks that ladies bend On whom their favours fall! For them I battle till the end, To save from shame and thrall: But all my heart is drawn above, My knees are bow'd in crypt and shrine: I never felt the kiss of love, Nor maiden's hand in mine. More bounteous aspects on me beam, Me mightier transports move and thrill; So keep I fair thro' faith and prayer A virgin heart in work and will.

When down the stormy crescent goes, A light before me swims, Between dark stems the forest glows,I hear a noise of hymns: Then by some secret shrine I ride; I hear a voice but none are there; The stalls are void, the doors are wide, The tapers burning fair. Fair gleams the snowy altar-cloth, The silver vessels sparkle clean, The shrill bell rings, the censer swings, And solemn chaunts resound between.

Sometime on lonely mountain-meres I find a magic bark; I leap on board: no helmsman steers: I float till all is dark. A gentle sound, an awful light! Three angels bear the holy Grail: With folded feet, in stoles of white, On sleeping wings they sail. Ah, blessed vision! blood of God! My spirit beats her mortal bars, As down dark tides the glory slides, And star-like mingles with the stars.

When on my goodly charger borne Thro' dreaming towns I go, The cock crows ere the Christmas morn, The streets are dumb with snow. The tempest crackles on the leads, And, ringing, springs from brand and mail; But o'er the dark a glory spreads, And gilds the driving hail. I leave the plain, I climb the height; No branchy thicket shelter yields; But blessed forms in whistling storms Fly o'er waste fens and windy fields.

A maiden knight--to me is given Such hope, I know not fear; I yearn to breathe the airs of heaven That often meet me here. I muse on joy that will not cease, Pure spaces clothed in living beams, Pure lilies of eternal peace, Whose odours haunt my dreams; And, stricken by an angel's hand, This mortal armour that I wear, This weight and size, this heart and eyes,Are touch'd, are turn'd to finest air.

The clouds are broken in the sky, And thro' the mountain-walls A rolling organ-harmony Swells up, and shakes and falls. Then move the trees, the copses nod, Wings flutter, voices hover clear: "O just and faithful knight of God! Ride on! the prize is near." So pass I hostel, hall, and grange; By bridge and ford, by park and pale, All-arm'd I ride, whate'er betide, Until I find the holy Grail.

~ Alfred, Lord Tennyson...

Come live with me and be my love...

Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments; love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no, it is an ever-fixèd mark,That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wand'ring bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his heighth be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

~Sonnet 116~ Will Shakespeare ~~ The Immortal Bard...

With love's light wings...

My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite...~ Romeo and Juliet~Will Shakespeare

the heart that has truly loved never forgets...

Believe me...

Believe me, if all those endearing young charms, Which I gaze on so fondly today, Were to change by tomorrow, and fleet in my arms, Like fairy-gifts fading away, Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art, Let thy loveliness fade as it will, And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart Would entwine itself verdantly still.

It is not while beauty and youth are thine own, And thy cheeks unprofaned by a tear That the fervor and faith of a soul can be known, To which time will but make thee more dear; No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close, As the sunflower turns on her god, when he sets, The same look which she turned when he rose.~ Thomas Moore

Lost Love...

Love's dream...

The Lonely Hunter

Green branches, green branches, I see you beckon; I follow!Sweet is the place you guard, there in the rowan-tree hollow. There he lies in the darkness, under the frail white flowers,Heedless at last, in the silence, of these sweet midsummer hours.

But sweeter, it may be, the moss whereon he is sleeping now, And sweeter the fragrant flowers that may crown his moon-white brow:And sweeter the shady place deep in an Eden hollow Wherein he dreams I am with him -- and, dreaming, whispers, " Follow ! "

Green wind from the green-gold branches, what is the song you bring ? What are all songs for me, now, who no more care to sing? Deep in the heart of Summer, sweet is life to me still, But my heart is a lonely hunter that hunts on a lonely hill.

Green is that hill and lonely, set far in a shadowy place;White is the hunter's quarry, a lost-loved human face:O hunting heart, shall you find it, with arrow of failing breath, Led o'er a green hill lonely by the shadowy hound of Death?

Green branches, green branches, you sing of a sorrow olden,But now it is midsummer weather, earth-young, sun-ripe, golden: Here I stand and I wait, here in the rowan-tree hollow, But never a green leaf whispers, "Follow, oh, Follow, Follow !"

O never a green leaf whispers, where the green-gold branches swing: O never a song I hear now, where one was wont to sing. Here in the heart of Summer, sweet is life to me still,But my heart is a lonely hunter that hunts on a lonely hill.

~ William Sharp~ writing as Fiona MacLeod...

Love Lost at Sea ...

A dream of you...

I Would live in your love...

I would live in your love as the sea-grasses live in the sea, Borne up by each wave as it passes, drawn down by each wave that recedes; I would empty my soul of the dreams that have gathered in me, I would beat with your heart as it beats, I would follow your soul as it leads.

True Love Conquers Time...

Arwen and Aragorn...

True Love is Eternal...

Love's Longing...

Hope is the thing with feathersThat perches in the soul,And sings the tune without the words,And never stops at all...~ Emily Dickinson

My beloved...

Pearls of Wisdom...

"I love you. I am who I am because of you. You are every reason,every hope, and every dream I've ever had, and no matter what happens to us in the future, every day we are together is the greatest day of my life. I will always be yours."— Nicholas Sparks The Notebook